Miranda Books Novels & Stories

I reply. Miranda starts pacing and looks like she is arguing with herself. I can tell she is conflicted and doesn’t want to reveal who she is, but we need to be honest in our relationship. I need to know who she is. Particularly if we are going to spend the rest of our lives together. “I am not at liberty to say what I do,” she starts with me ready to jump in and argue. Miranda holds up her hand, “Wait, I am not at liberty to tell you everything. What I can tell you is I am a warrior. So along with being a witch, I can also fight to protect myself and others. I wasn’t afraid when I went to Lily’s room. I have good instincts and I can fight, but I also have stronger powers than the a

"This is just the beginning, you'll never succeed in any of your damn plans, because I'll make sure that I destroy all of your tricks and tactics, I'll tell you why I am called Miranda." Vivian let out a snigger. "Since when did you become dangerous Miranda? Or have you forgotten what I am capable of doing?" "I don't care what you're capable of doing because I am ready to make sure that I destroy all of your pathetic plans, you and your allies who go down, because I'll never let your plans work out." Miranda replied staring at her directly. "Well let me tell you something you don't know." Vivian said and stood up from the bed in a good position.

honestly she meant no harm, she actually liked Miranda "It's fine ma'am, but I don't have the..." Mira was about saying but James whispered in her eye to check her bag, she opened her back as the class waited for her and found a literature book in it, she brought it out and stood up to start reading "the tittle is shiver" Mira said and looked back at the teacher "Oh sorry Mira, we have to do a summary before we being, don't worry pls take back your seat let me tell you guys what the book is all about" the teach said

Estelle nodded, “Yeah, don’t worry. I’ll find something to do, maybe check out the library some more.” “Alright.” Miranda stood up, “I’ll get going now. I still need to take a shower and change.” She made a show of smelling her underarms and made a face. Estelle laughed and waved her off. After finishing the snacks that Miranda left, she went down to the library. She still couldn’t help the gasp that escaped her lips at the sight of it. Majestic, she thought. Who built this place? Estelle stopped at the thought. Must be his grandfather.

That night, after Miranda had taken a bath and changed into her nightwear, she was just about to fall asleep when she suddenly realized the window was left open. Since she didn’t like having others close by while she slept, her maid, Molly, stayed in the outer room. Miranda didn’t bother calling her in. She got out of bed herself, intending to close the window. Just as she reached out her hand, a shadow flickered before her eyes, and a dark figure leaped through the window, staring straight at her.

“I’ll help you every step of the way. But you need to understand: Mr. Theodore’s family won’t make this easy for you. They’ll test you, scrutinize every word you say. If you’re going to survive this, you need to be perfect.” Miranda stood up from the chair and walked over to a nearby table where she had set down a photo album. She opened it carefully and sat back down in front of Nadia, her eyes steady as she flipped through the pages. “I think it’s important you see who you’ll be meeting soon,” Miranda said, her tone serious now. She turned the page to reveal a photo of a woman with sharp features and an air of authority that seemed to leap from the page.

Miranda rolled her eyes with a smug grin splitting her pink-stained lips, "You're so adorable when you're all worked up. Gunnar is a blessed man and I hope he knows it. But what did the asshole do wrong now?" "Only you would call a man like him an asshole," Tory cut her sister a glare. "I think she takes advantage because she's married to a psychopath," I deduced but, to be honest, Miranda was a fierce woman. She proved it the day I walked in and found a dead body at her feet because she had saved herself when she was kidnapped, not waiting for someone to rescue her like some damsel in distress.

Scarlet, determined to bridge the gap of three years, began filling Ezra in on the events that unfolded in her absence. With each word, Scarlet painted a vivid picture of the family's journey in her absence. The news of their grandfather's demise struck Ezra's heart, the revelation of his last moments waiting for her leaving a heavy ache. Ezra, choosing silence over words, listened intently, realizing she had no answers to the myriad of questions Scarlet presented.

Miranda is a teacher I like, even if she wears way too many bracelets and a collection of crystals around her neck. "Ah, Patricia!" Miranda places her hands on my shoulders, causing me to shudder at her cold hands. Her nails are long, and her accent sounds like she is originally from France. "I love what you are going for here. Your picture is so brooding! Like a bad omen." I lift an eyebrow. I'm dabbling a black cat sleeping in a meadow under the starlit sky—how could Miranda possibly think it's dark? "Uh..." Not knowing what to say, I take her words with a grain of salt and just smile. "Thanks."

Books were scattered around her like a storm had passed, each one yanked from the library shelves as if she were waging a personal war against every single page. “Listen to this one,” she said sometime around three in the morning, holding a book up to the lamp’s soft glow. “‘The trial of Luna Sera Vael, conducted in the year of the Blood Moon, concluded after six hours of continuous combat, during which the challenger employed both shifted form and a paralytic compound derived from–’” She cut herself off. “Actually, scratch that one.” “Mira.” “I’m curating,” she said, voice steady. “There are good ones. Precedents that went well.”